War song

Echoes and Echoes
Of fallen nobility
Fluttering feathers
Fallen possibility

The noble eagle
Slain on the ground
The loyal gryphon
No longer around

A fabulous glimmer
Of unicorn horn
In a puddle of blood
Above eyes, forlorn

And dying shrieks
Of a scaly King
The Dragons last breath
The last flutter of his wing

Soft moaning
From the harpies chest
When at one time
Their singing was best

And mermaids dry
On the forgotten shore
glimmering hair and fins
Cursed to float no more

The defying scream
Of a smoldering phoenix
Risen from the ashes of war
Only to see these dead relics

Long forgotten
By the mind of man
And the phoenix sings
The war song of the Land

His fiery feathers murmur
Of lost creativity
Of the dubiously "scientific" minds
And their "probability"

So you have no evidence
So you say they could not exist
But seeing is believing
And this is of what many a mind consist

Princesses saved, knights in armor
Flying dragon kings
Noble gryphons, glaring eyes
Listen as your mind sings

A war song of reality
Of forgotten love
And modern punctuality
No time to play

No time to sing
The song of childhood
The song of the heart
the tempo runs in your blood

sing with me
the silent song
of creativity
The mythical war song

Come sing with me....

Reviews

[Jeff Bresee]

Very nice. It does seem a little long though. You might try condensing, but as always, as you feel,

[Sharkapillar]

I think this is your longest besides "Song of Myself". Thus said, it hurt my brain. I didn't like this one as much, it didn't seem to flow, but I still liked it. I could almost hear a drum of war in the background. It was very powerful and touching.
Luffs ya

[Senseless whatever]

Wow. A lot said here, a lot to say but I won't say it all here. A simply beautiful and inspiring write. Heartfelt and from my view deeply emotional. Finding the self, becoming and not liking or willing to just 'accept' what others say is. Great job.